Breaking away from the grey
For the last few days I’ve had a touch of the wet-weather blues.
I told my bestie over the weekend that I think the grey days would be easier if it had at least been cold enough for me to snuggle into a doona and read a great book. But since the last week has been about seventy four kinds of muggy, doonas weren’t really an option.
This morning I was running errands around the CBD, looking Grey Day #6 dead in the eye, and I found myself thinking that a bright turquoise sky and a bright yellow sun and some bright green leaves would be a welcome change from all the wet-leaf dreariness that has enveloped us lately. Several minutes later, when a brief little patch of sunlight peeked through the clouds for all of two minutes, I stood in the dead center of that little patch and looked up at the sky.
I couldn’t get over how much I’ve missed the sun. I couldn’t get over how much I’ve missed colour. You wouldn’t believe what those colors did for my mood. There was bright blue! And turquoise! IN THE SKY!
And I thought: it's funny how the grey days make you more appreciative of the colourful ones.
I think there just might be a metaphor in there somewhere.
Categories: inspiration, photography, real life/foibles
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